Bad writer...seriously bad writer
I move away, and pretend like I don't exsist. Actually, up until about a week ago, I didn't exsist in cyberspace. I am happy to report I have cable internet again, and after a 3 month break I actually feel like getting on my computer again. I'm even on my IM's again. Not that I get talked to, but I'm there.
I miss some things about home. Actually, about the only thing I miss is the people, the town could drop off into the ocean and I probably would never miss it. I've been back down to visit twice, but no one has come up to visit me at all. Well, not totally nobody...I did meet Echo and Misty at the Tacoma Mall and hung out with them about a month and a half ago. I'm not entirely happy about that, but not entirely surprised either.
I don't entirely dislike the domestic arena that my life has settled into...although todays little project I could have done without. Picking rocks out of a muddy garden, in the rain, just plain sucks. But I said I'd do it, so I at least had to make an attempt. After 4 buckets, I decided that it could wait til later in the weekend when the weather is supposed to brighten up again. I suppose I shouldn't complain too much, at least I'm in the company of someone who is less lazy than I, and isn't that what I wanted?
Besides, most days I spend fucking around on the computer, reading, and doing artsy, craftsy things...with only a little light housework thrown in. Perhaps I'm just a little bored of living a life of the mind already, even though I can think of a million little projects I'd like to finish. I got to say, a bit of me kind of enjoyed working and partying all the time...and just wishing I had time to do all the little solitary pursuits.
Well, I do have a job again. Like a total nutbar, I went back to Waldenbooks. I'm going to be working part time, when they finally get the paperwork sorted out. So I haven't officially started there yet. I also am buying a car. 1994 Toyota Camry. A white sedan. Rather nice, and had a bunch of good things done to it recently. I know this because it belonged to my boyfriend's mother. Now all I got to do is relearn how to drive it. Hopefully that won't take more than a couple of months. So, really, things aren't going all that bad.
I think, rather than getting up on the wrong side of the bed today...I'm carrying a grudge that I had to get up at all. Probably just hormonal.
I miss some things about home. Actually, about the only thing I miss is the people, the town could drop off into the ocean and I probably would never miss it. I've been back down to visit twice, but no one has come up to visit me at all. Well, not totally nobody...I did meet Echo and Misty at the Tacoma Mall and hung out with them about a month and a half ago. I'm not entirely happy about that, but not entirely surprised either.
I don't entirely dislike the domestic arena that my life has settled into...although todays little project I could have done without. Picking rocks out of a muddy garden, in the rain, just plain sucks. But I said I'd do it, so I at least had to make an attempt. After 4 buckets, I decided that it could wait til later in the weekend when the weather is supposed to brighten up again. I suppose I shouldn't complain too much, at least I'm in the company of someone who is less lazy than I, and isn't that what I wanted?
Besides, most days I spend fucking around on the computer, reading, and doing artsy, craftsy things...with only a little light housework thrown in. Perhaps I'm just a little bored of living a life of the mind already, even though I can think of a million little projects I'd like to finish. I got to say, a bit of me kind of enjoyed working and partying all the time...and just wishing I had time to do all the little solitary pursuits.
Well, I do have a job again. Like a total nutbar, I went back to Waldenbooks. I'm going to be working part time, when they finally get the paperwork sorted out. So I haven't officially started there yet. I also am buying a car. 1994 Toyota Camry. A white sedan. Rather nice, and had a bunch of good things done to it recently. I know this because it belonged to my boyfriend's mother. Now all I got to do is relearn how to drive it. Hopefully that won't take more than a couple of months. So, really, things aren't going all that bad.
I think, rather than getting up on the wrong side of the bed today...I'm carrying a grudge that I had to get up at all. Probably just hormonal.